Ao Tian's Dominance, Snake Lance Near Death

Ma Hongjun's face turned red upon hearing this. He wanted to lash out, but Dai Mubai held him back firmly. Dai Mubai looked at Chen Chu and said solemnly, "It's Oscar's honor to be noticed by the General. However, what does the General want Oscar to do? Is he perhaps joining your army?"

"No need, I won't force him," Chen Chu shook his head. "He can stay at Shrek Academy; I'll still provide him with resources. When he comes to his senses and is willing to exchange his abilities for a future, and doesn't want to waste his talent, he can find me in Heaven Dou City. I have a mansion there, and someone will receive him."

Only now did Oscar finally speak, his voice still a bit hoarse, "Why should I believe you?"

Chen Chu turned around, his expression calm. "I would not deign to deceive you."

Yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, red—seven Soul Rings flashed past. The three of them widened their eyes, watching the departing figure, lost in thought for a long time.

After seeing this, a seed was planted in Oscar's heart.

Meanwhile, on the other side, at the military camp outside Suo Tuo City, Ao Tian leaned against a tree trunk, idly playing with a Rubik's Cube in his hand. Suddenly, he sensed a few unfamiliar presences.

His expression changed, his gaze sharpened, and he immediately locked onto those figures. Nearly twenty mysterious individuals clad in night-blooming clothes were stealthily approaching the warehouse camp where the grain and supplies were stored.

The nearly twenty figures dispersed, each carrying oil-soaked burlap sacks, heading straight for the various grain depots.

Most of the lights in the camp had already been extinguished. Only the soldiers on patrol carried lanterns. The footsteps of the marching soldiers on the dirt road, "thump-thump," were exceptionally clear in the night.

The veteran in charge of guarding the grain depot was a weather-beaten old soldier holding a brand-new saber. He was inspecting the tents as usual when he suddenly smelled a faint scent of tung oil.

The old soldier frowned, stopped, and sniffed again, disbelieving.

This smell shouldn't be here, especially not in the heavily guarded supply depot. He raised his hand to signal the new recruits behind him to stop, then crouched down and slowly walked towards the side entrance of the grain depot.

The shadowy figures had already reached the camp gate. The leader was using a dagger to pry open the bolt, moving with extreme speed. The old soldier's heart leaped when he saw this. He held his breath, straightened up abruptly, and swung his saber, shouting, "What are you doing? You're looking for death!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it made the nearly twenty shadowy figures stiffen. The leader reacted extremely quickly, kicked open the warehouse door, and threw the oilcloth in his hand onto the haystacks. The flint on his body also lit up with a "swish."

"Assassins! They're burning the grain!" the old soldier roared. Without time to think too much, he directly slashed at the nearest shadowy figure.

The camp instantly erupted. Soldiers sleeping in nearby tents heard the warning and rushed out with their weapons, their shouts of killing piercing the night sky.

Seeing this, the twenty shadowy figures no longer concealed themselves. They drew their short swords and charged into the grain piles, intending to set them ablaze amidst the chaos.

"Stop them! Don't let them start a fire!" Several old soldiers struck a shadowy figure's arm with their sabers. Blood splattered onto the haystacks. Although the new recruits were flustered, their excellent training allowed them to quickly form ranks, surrounding the shadowy figures.

The black-clothed men were all Soul Masters, with the lowest being Soul Elders. Their Soul Rings were particularly striking.

But what they didn't expect was how fierce the soldiers in this military camp were. Despite being ordinary people, they dared to use the advantage of their military formation to charge at the Soul Masters with their sabers.

Many of them had already fallen under the soldiers' spears.

"Damn it, Star Luo's curs!" an old soldier spat out blood. He was covered in wounds but still charged forward relentlessly. "The General said that if the grain is lost, we'll be dealt with by military law. Kill them!"

More and more soldiers gathered, and the remaining few shadowy figures were completely surrounded. They had intended to finish quickly, burn the grain, and escape. However, the camp's security was much tighter than expected, and they couldn't find an opening to break out.

The leader grew anxious. He unleashed his fifth Soul Skill, and a yellowish-brown Soul Power exploded, flipping over a group of soldiers. Just as he was about to charge out, Chen Chu shot an arrow from behind, piercing his chest. He collapsed to the ground, quickly losing his life.

In a short while, all twenty shadowy figures lay on the ground, their blood soaking the earth in front of the grain depot.

The generals, panting, directed the soldiers to clear the bodies and inspect the grain piles to see if any had been ignited.

All the lights in the camp were now lit, and soldiers bustled back and forth. No one noticed a figure standing atop a distant treetop, his black robe rustling in the wind.

Snake Lance Douluo held his Martial Soul, the Snake Lance, his expression grim. He had planned to wait for the Star Luo forces to burn the grain and cause chaos in the camp, then take advantage of the confusion to kill Chen Chu. Killing a mere seven-ring Soul Sage in a military camp, a general at that, should have been easy. But he hadn't expected these Star Luo scoundrels to mess up even such a small task. Twenty Soul Masters were discovered and killed by a group of ordinary soldiers.

"Useless," Snake Lance Douluo snorted coldly. He no longer waited, his figure flashing as he darted towards Chen Chu's central command tent. His speed was astonishing; his black robe had almost become a black blur. He was just about to reach the tent entrance.

Suddenly, a golden light shot from a nearby tree trunk, heading straight for his back. Snake Lance Douluo's expression changed. He spun around abruptly, blocking with his Snake Lance. With a crisp "clang," the golden light struck the spear, making his arm go numb.

Ao Tian leaped down from the tree. The Rubik's Cube in his hand had disappeared, replaced by a crimson-gold long spear, still radiating Soul Power fluctuations.

He stared indifferently at Snake Lance Douluo, his voice as cold and thunderous as a storm. "Quite bold, daring to trespass on my territory."

Snake Lance Douluo's mind reeled from the roar. He looked at Ao Tian in the distance with shock.

"Who are you?" Snake Lance Douluo's nine Soul Rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black—lit up. He stared intently at Ao Tian, facing a formidable enemy.

"Who am I?" Ao Tian's eyes shone brightly. He threw the crimson-gold long spear in his hand with immense power. "The one who will kill you!"

Snake Lance Douluo felt the aura and his eyes widened in disbelief. He didn't dare to be careless, summoning his Martial Soul and releasing his Spirit Avatar. His eighth Soul Skill was also unleashed.

The crimson-gold long spear whistled through the air, aimed directly at Snake Lance Douluo's face. As Snake Lance Douluo summoned his Spirit Avatar, his Snake Lance grew several dozen feet long, covered in dark patterns. His eighth Soul Skill, "Snake Spear Shatters Mountains," had just condensed Soul Power when it was hit head-on by the long spear.

"Clang—"

The deafening sound made the ground of the camp tremble. Black Soul Power and golden light exploded instantly, the shockwave directly blowing away nearby tents.

Snake Lance Douluo felt a sharp pain in his arm. His Spirit Avatar actually showed several cracks from the impact. He staggered back several steps, a sweet taste rose in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Ao Tian's figure flickered, and he instantly caught the rebounding crimson-gold long spear. Holding it, his gaze was like a torch. "What if you're a nine-ring Titled Douluo? In front of me, you're still lacking!"

Snake Lance Douluo's face turned pale. He hadn't expected these people to be so powerful. That single blow had Soul Power far exceeding that of an ordinary Titled Douluo. If he delayed any longer, and the soldiers from the camp surrounded him, he would surely die.